Today, we took the changing table out of Lexi's room and replaced it with a bookshelf. That means I had to go through baby stuff on the table and in the closet and pack it away to *gulp* get rid of it. No more burp cloths. No more Bumbo. No more bottles. No more bassinet. While some of this is reason to celebrate, it's bittersweet as she is our last baby.
I had so much fun with her as a baby (and well, now, too). When Taylor was born I was 18 and couldn't afford to buy her a lot of stuff. She also grew up to be a tomboy, lol. She'll throw on some lipgloss but she wouldn't dare be caught in pink. After Lexi was born and we knew for sure that she was a girl, I wound up buying yet another diaper bag just because it was fashionably pink and so sweet looking. Taylor had a neutral one. Cole had a neutral one. Even Lexi's was neutral until I saw that pink one.
We are definitely done with having more kids and I knew that when Lexi was born. Therefore, I sucked up every single moment with her knowing that they grow way too fast. 3am feedings weren't a burden. They were quiet moments with her..... smelling her baby smell and feeling her warm little body snuggle closer. Tay and Cole were tough babies. Cleft palate. Gas. Acid reflux. Lexi was/is such a treat. Laid back. Chill. I can honestly say I'm glad to end on a baby like her, I feel like it's the reward for the tough times the first two gave us!
On Monday DH will pack up the baby stuff and bring it in to one of the baby shops to sell it. I can't do it. I just can't. It would be like leaving memories at the store and I'd bawl. The first time we put her in the Bumbo and she bobbled back and forth with a smile on her face. Picking out that bassinet (the one we used for Taylor and Cole went to my sister) and putting the pink ribbons on, just hoping and praying that the ultrasound wasn't wrong.
I'm happy that each day one of my babies does something new. It's getting through that tough stuff parting with so many things that accompanied them in joining our family.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
Why I'm doing this.
Today I worked out with 'Maya', my trainer on My Fitness Coach for the Wii. Today was workout #9. It was cardio.
Good God.
15 minutes in, huffing and puffing, just waiting (okay, begging!) for that wonderful, wonderful scrolling bar to bring on the "Rest" section. Not sure why, but some workouts give you a 15 second rest period after each set. Cardio and Flexibility aren't those workouts. Upper Body, sure. Lower Body, you bet. Core? But of course! I haven't done the yoga yet, so I'll have to get back to you on that. Cardio and Flexibility can whoop your tail and then say, "Oh, are you going to collapse? Okay, you can stop for 5 seconds.....1..2..5 and back to it!"
About that cardio....in those 15 minutes I had to plenty of time to think as breathing hard was taking on a life of it's own. With each huff came a word.....Why *huff* am *puff* I *huff* doing *puff* this *huff* to *puff* myself?
Because every June I kick it into gear to get swimsuit/shorts ready. Every June I wonder why I didn't start working out in March so that I'm ready for swimsuits/shorts before it's actually time for them. Why do I wait until the last "minute"? By the time I really feel fit it's late August and that swimsuit is going back in the drawer for the off-season. So I buffed myself to be covered in long sleeves and jeans. Yep. That makes sense.
This year I'm doing it the right way. As tired as I am, as lazy as I feel, I *will* workout and I will enjoy it, knowing that come June, I'll be glad I did.
Good God.
15 minutes in, huffing and puffing, just waiting (okay, begging!) for that wonderful, wonderful scrolling bar to bring on the "Rest" section. Not sure why, but some workouts give you a 15 second rest period after each set. Cardio and Flexibility aren't those workouts. Upper Body, sure. Lower Body, you bet. Core? But of course! I haven't done the yoga yet, so I'll have to get back to you on that. Cardio and Flexibility can whoop your tail and then say, "Oh, are you going to collapse? Okay, you can stop for 5 seconds.....1..2..5 and back to it!"
About that cardio....in those 15 minutes I had to plenty of time to think as breathing hard was taking on a life of it's own. With each huff came a word.....Why *huff* am *puff* I *huff* doing *puff* this *huff* to *puff* myself?
Because every June I kick it into gear to get swimsuit/shorts ready. Every June I wonder why I didn't start working out in March so that I'm ready for swimsuits/shorts before it's actually time for them. Why do I wait until the last "minute"? By the time I really feel fit it's late August and that swimsuit is going back in the drawer for the off-season. So I buffed myself to be covered in long sleeves and jeans. Yep. That makes sense.
This year I'm doing it the right way. As tired as I am, as lazy as I feel, I *will* workout and I will enjoy it, knowing that come June, I'll be glad I did.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
I.Need.To.See.Some.Green.
Money. Grass. Leaves. Any of those will do, lol.
I am so sick of winter, I'm willing to pack it all up and move someplace warm permanently. 5 degrees? Wth? And just when you think it's starting to warm up and spring is on it's way, Mother Nature dumps ANOTHER 4-5 inches. Yuck. The sun is shining today and I'd love to get out, but the idea of wrangling two kids into clothes, coats, shoes, etc. and then buckling them into the car just exhausts me. Can't wait for the days when I can open the patio door and send them all outside...getting tired of being cooped up.
Tired. That is an understatement. I worked out this morning (the scale and I are NOT getting along) and I've been wiped out ever since. I also got 8 hours of sleep last night. So I'm convinced that there is some medical study that is WRONG. Sleep and exercise? Sugar really IS what keeps people going;)
I'm also convinced that all chairs in the house have sensors on them....the moment I sit, someone needs something from me. Every time. Same goes for the keyboard on this computer. My fingers start typing and I'm surrounded by Chicken Littles making a falling sky out of an acorn.
I am so sick of winter, I'm willing to pack it all up and move someplace warm permanently. 5 degrees? Wth? And just when you think it's starting to warm up and spring is on it's way, Mother Nature dumps ANOTHER 4-5 inches. Yuck. The sun is shining today and I'd love to get out, but the idea of wrangling two kids into clothes, coats, shoes, etc. and then buckling them into the car just exhausts me. Can't wait for the days when I can open the patio door and send them all outside...getting tired of being cooped up.
Tired. That is an understatement. I worked out this morning (the scale and I are NOT getting along) and I've been wiped out ever since. I also got 8 hours of sleep last night. So I'm convinced that there is some medical study that is WRONG. Sleep and exercise? Sugar really IS what keeps people going;)
I'm also convinced that all chairs in the house have sensors on them....the moment I sit, someone needs something from me. Every time. Same goes for the keyboard on this computer. My fingers start typing and I'm surrounded by Chicken Littles making a falling sky out of an acorn.
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